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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Television,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
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.