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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.