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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.