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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Visage,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.