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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.