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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.