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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.