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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.