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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.