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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Scion,
UT,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.