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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Nico,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.