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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.