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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.