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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.