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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Move,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Television,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.