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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
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.