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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.