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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.