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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.