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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.