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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
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.