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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.