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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.