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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.