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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.