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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.