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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.