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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.