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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.