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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.