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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.