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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.