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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.