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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.