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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.