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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.