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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.