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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.