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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.