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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
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.