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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.