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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Swans,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
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.