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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.