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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.