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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.