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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.