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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.