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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
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,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.