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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.