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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.