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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.