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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Cameo,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.