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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.