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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Fall,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.