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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
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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.