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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.