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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Wire,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.