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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the techno 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.