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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
the Swans,
MC5,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.