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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.