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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Q65,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.