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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moss Icon 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.