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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.