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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Fear,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.