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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Black Bananas,
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.