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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.