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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.