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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
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.