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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
The Doors,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.