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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.