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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.