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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Roxette,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.