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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Gong,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
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.