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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
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.