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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Zapp,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.