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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
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.