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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
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.