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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.