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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.