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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
UT,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
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.