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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.