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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.