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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.