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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
The Gories,
UT,
Pole,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.