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 Suriname 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
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.