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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Doors,
Rekid,
The Index,
Franke,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.