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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.