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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.