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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Wire,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Monks,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.