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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
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.