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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.