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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.