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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.