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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.