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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.