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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.