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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.