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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.