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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.