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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Television,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.