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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
ABC,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.