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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Crime,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.