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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.