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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Television,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.