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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.