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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Smog,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.