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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.