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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
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.