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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.