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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Nico,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Visage,
Excepter,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.