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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.