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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.