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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.