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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.