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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
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.