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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.