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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.