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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.