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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.