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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.