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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.