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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.