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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.