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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Slave,
Josef K,
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.