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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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?
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
ABBA,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.