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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
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,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.