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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.