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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.