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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.