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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc 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?
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.