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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.