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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.