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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Monks,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
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.