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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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.