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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Swans,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.