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 Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.