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 Israel 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Flipper,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.