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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.