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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.