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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.