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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.