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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
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.