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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.