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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
X-102,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.