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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
X-102,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.