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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.