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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.