Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.