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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.