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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
The Evens,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.