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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funkadelic 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.