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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.