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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.