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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Japan,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.