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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.