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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.