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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.