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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.