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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.