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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.