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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.