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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.