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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.