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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
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.