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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.