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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.