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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Qualms,
the Swans,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.