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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.