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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
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.