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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.