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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.