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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
MC5,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.