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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.