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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.