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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.