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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.