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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.