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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.