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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
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.