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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
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,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.