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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.