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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.