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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.