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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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?
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.