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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.