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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Technova,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.