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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.