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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.