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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.