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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.