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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.