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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Cymande,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.