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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
X-101,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.