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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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.