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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.