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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Slave,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.