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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
cv313,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.