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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
The Gories,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.