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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.