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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.