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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.