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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
ABC,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.