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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.