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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.