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 India and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Can,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
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.