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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.