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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.