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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.