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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.