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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
New Order,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.