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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.