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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.