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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.