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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.