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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.