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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.