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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.