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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Neu!,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.