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 India and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.