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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.