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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The Fall,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.