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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
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.