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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.