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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.