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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.