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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.