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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Ludus,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
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.