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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.