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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Television,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.