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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
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.