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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Cluster 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 punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
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.