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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
UT,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.