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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Visage,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.