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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.