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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.