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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.