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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.