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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Television,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.