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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
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.