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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.