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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.