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 South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.