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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Index,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Japan,
Cymande,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Mars,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.