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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
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.