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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
The Martian,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Swans,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.