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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Urselle,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.