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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.