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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Evens to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.