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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.