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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 snare and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.