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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.