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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Nico,
Crime,
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.