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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.