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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.