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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
The Index,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.