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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
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.