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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.