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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.