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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
the Germs,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.