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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.