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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.