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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.