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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.