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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.