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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.