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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.