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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.