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 Germany and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix 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?
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.