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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.