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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
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.