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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.