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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
AZ,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.