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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.