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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.