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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.