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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
DNA,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.