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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.