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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
JFA,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
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.