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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.