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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.