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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.