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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.