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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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.