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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.