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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.