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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.