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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.