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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
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.