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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
X-102,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.