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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.