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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
10cc,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Television,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
The Index,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.