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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.