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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Move,
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.