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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.