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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
UT,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
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.