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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.