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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
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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.