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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Urselle,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
DNA,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.