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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.