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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
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.