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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.