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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.