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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.