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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.