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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.