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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.