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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.