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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Wings,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.