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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.