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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.