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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.