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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.