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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.