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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.