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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.