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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.