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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.