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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.