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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.