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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
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.