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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.