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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.