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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.