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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.