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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.