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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.