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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.