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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Crime,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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.