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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
X-102,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
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.