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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.