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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.