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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
CMW,
Josef K,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.