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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
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.