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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.