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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 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 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.