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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Inner City,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-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.