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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.