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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Swans,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.