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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.