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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.