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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.