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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.