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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Names,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Make Up,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.