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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.