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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.