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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.