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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.