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 Brunei and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
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.