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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.