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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.