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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
The Names,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.