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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.