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 Australia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.