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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.