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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.