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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin 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 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
X-101,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.