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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Television,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
cv313,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.