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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Index,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.