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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Brick,
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.