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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.