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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.