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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
DNA,
The Index,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.