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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
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.