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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.