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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.