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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.