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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
ABC,
The Remains,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.