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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.