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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.