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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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.