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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.