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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
the Association,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
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.