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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.