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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Echospace,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.