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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.