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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Smog,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.