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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Organ,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.