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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.