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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Q65,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.