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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.