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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Lyres,
Index,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.