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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
DNA,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.