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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Index,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.