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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.