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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.