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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.