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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
The Fall,
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.