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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.