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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.