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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.