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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.