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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.