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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Inner City,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.