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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.