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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
X-101,
June Days,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Nico,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.