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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Echospace,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.