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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.