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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.