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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.