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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.