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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.