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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.