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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Lagos and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.