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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
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.