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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.