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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.