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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.