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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Index,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.