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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.