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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.