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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.