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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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.