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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.