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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.