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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
cv313,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
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.