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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manila and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.