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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Fear,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.