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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.