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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Index,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.