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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.