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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Main Source,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.