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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.