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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.