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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.