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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
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.