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 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
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.