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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.