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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Can,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.