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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Can,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.