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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
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.