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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a theremin 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.