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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Deakin,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.