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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.