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 Liberia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.