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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.