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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
The Move,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.