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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.