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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
The Busters,
X-102,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.