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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Q65,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.