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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bad Manners 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.