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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.