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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.