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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Move,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.