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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
cv313,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.