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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.