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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.