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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.