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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.