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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.