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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Visage,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
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.