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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy 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 rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.