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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.