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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.