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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Wire,
Pole,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.