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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Pole,
This Heat,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.