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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Swans,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.