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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.