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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Section 25,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.