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 Tuvalu 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.