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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Yaz,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.