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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
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.