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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
ABC,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.