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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
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.