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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.