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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.