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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
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.