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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.