Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.

All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Amon Düül, A Flock of Seagulls, EPMD, kango's stein massive, Rhythm & Sound, Alton Ellis, Piero Umiliani, Cabaret Voltaire, John Holt, Fifty Foot Hose, These Immortal Souls, The Victims, Grauzone, Kevin Saunderson, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Davy DMX, Dark Day, The Slits, Ponytail, Pagans, Donny Hathaway, Sunsets and Hearts, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Scratch Acid, Cybotron, Unrelated Segments, Eurythmics, Slick Rick, Severed Heads, Monolake, Ten City, Soul Sonic Force, Ludus, In Retrospect, Lucky Dragons, Wally Richardson, The Flesh Eaters, Qualms, The American Breed, Sex Pistols, Blossom Toes, Talk Talk, The Seeds, Stiv Bators, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Martian, Sun Ra, the Fania All-Stars, The Slackers, The Fall, Hashim, Index, Suicide, The Misunderstood, Robert Görl, Schoolly D, Matthew Bourne, 8 Eyed Spy, Bizarre Inc., Mary Jane Girls, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)