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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
UT,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
10cc,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.