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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.