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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.