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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.