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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.