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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.