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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.