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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Happenings to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.