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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.