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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Chrome,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.