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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.