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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.