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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.