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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.