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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.