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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
CMW,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.