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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Smiths to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.