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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.