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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.