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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.