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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.