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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.