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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.