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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Cymande,
Section 25,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.