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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.