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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
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.