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 Denmark and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Holt to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.