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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.