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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
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.