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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.