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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
UT,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.