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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
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.