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 Panama 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.