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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Japan,
June Days,
Mars,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
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.