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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
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.