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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.