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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.