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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.