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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.