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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Japan,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
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.