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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.