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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.