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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.