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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.